Little Toy Guns (OHSHC Kyoya Fanfic)

Family Portrait

Uh, uh, some deep shit, uh, uh

Momma please stop cryin, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you
said

You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done
my family

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave

Daddy please stop yellin, I can't stand the sound

Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave

In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays
I don't want two addresses
I don't want a step-brother anyways
And I don't want my mom to have to change her
last name

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do
anything)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
Let's play pretend act and like it comes so
naturally
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
(Can we work it out? Can we be a family?)
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)

Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Turn around please
Remember that the night you left you took my
shining star?
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Daddy don't leave
Don't leave us here alone

Mom will be nicer
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night
~~~
Kito's POV
A few months have passed. My dad left. He's not coming back. It is much to quiet now. Kyoya has avoided me like the plague. He approached my once, but was too scared, so it seemed, to say anything. I've been relying on Kaoru and Hikaru to vent to and stop me from having a full breakdown. My anxiety levels were through the roof.

I got a letter in October from my dad. It made me want to cry. It was written on crisp, white paper in navy blue ink.

Dear Kitty,
I miss you a lot. I wish I could've talked to you earlier. Your mother doesn't want there to be contact. Don't think ever, even for a second, that I don't love you. You're my pride and joy. You're my beautiful daughter, I just want you to know that. I'll always love you. I promise.
Love,
Papa

His signature followed. Careful swoops that were well practiced. I carefully hid the letter, not daring to let the last connection of my father slip through my fingers. It meant so much. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to be able to hug him again. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted him back. I knew it was wishful thinking, but I couldn't help it.

I wanted to go see Hikaru and Kaoru, but they were out of town. I didn't want to talk to my distant friends. The only person I could talk to is- No! Not him. He probably hates me. I missed Kyoya, though.

My life fell apart in a matter of months. MONTHS. I'm so sorry for what I did to make the universe hate me. Its probably about to hate me even more. I picked up my phone and called Kyoya.

Kyoya's POV
Riiiing
Who would call me? I have no business today. No expecting or waiting calls.
Riiiing
Do I ignore it? Maybe I should check.
Riiiin-
"Hello?" I decided to answer.
"Please don't hang up, I want to talk," Kito's voice was soft, almost pained.
"Kito? Are you okay? Did something happen?!" I didn't like the way she sounded. It was too weak for her.
"Kyo-Kyo... Can I come see you? Or maybe, you come see me? Please... I don't want to be a bother, but I need to see someone and the twins aren't around and well I've known you for so long. We're so close. At least, we were. Please Kyoya...." I could hear her holding back a sob.
"I'll be over in 15. I promise." I would fix this friendship. I could handle that, even if I wanted it to be more than friendship.

I made it to her house as fast as possible. She was home alone. She didn't have her normal makeup on. I could see tear tracks on her face. She pulled me into the house, to the living room.

She told me she received a letter from her father. It had been months since the divorce and all of Japan, and probably some other parts of the world, knew about it. She told me how much she has been hurting. She poured out about missing me, which led to her sobbing. I calmed her down by hugging her, rubbing small circles on her back, and whispering things in her ear. I felt like her boyfriend. I wish I could be. I really do.

I'd like to stand up to my father, but he honestly scared me quite a bit. He isn't afraid to slap his children to reprimand them. He's threatened to disown me, too, because I was in a relationship with Tamaki. I doubt he'd approve of me dating Kito, because of the stupid arranged marriage with Alaisha. To be honest, I hated her. Hated her to the core! She disgusted me. I knew she went behind my back and got some from the downtown scum.

Kito wouldn't do that. She was sweet and kind with a pure heart, more or less. I knew she, if in the right scenario, could be malevolent. I remember being kids. She told me to stay a kid. I should've listened.

Kito hugged me tight, "I missed you. A lot. What happened, Kyoya?" I sighed, "I don't know, Kitkat." That was a name I hadn't used in a long time. Back when I had those big glasses that made me bug-eyed looking was the last time I remember calling her that. "I love you, Kyoya," she said. I immediately saw her face turn pale as a sheet. I couldn't have heard her right, "W-What?!"